Month: March 2014

So, I bought this bird-print blouse on eBay for $5 (shipping included). It came from China, obviously. I bought it for the print, and the quality is what you would expect for a shirt that costs $5. And by that, I mean that it’s on par with stuff you’d find at H&M, Forever 21, and the like. Staticky polyester. But hey, it was $5. And it was probably made in the same factory as clothes from the aforementioned brands. Do I feel guilty about feeding the cheap-fashion machine? Yep, a little bit.

On the other hand, I feel pretty good about the blazer. I missed out on a $25 Talula Exeter blazer at my local consigment shop because it was a size too small. Wah wah! I wanted the boyfriend-blazer look, but didn’t fancy the price tag at Aritzia. Luckily, I stumbled on another one, in my size, on Kijiji. Always look on Kijiji, folks! I love a nice feel-good ending.

P.S. in case you’re wondering, no, I haven’t lost my mind. I wore those shoes for the photo only; but I figured that no one wants to see my oh-so-unattractive-but-practical winter footwear. Right? Right.

This may be my most favourite outfit in recent memory. No joke. No hyperbole. I felt really put together wearing this, though it was still appropriate for the mundane-ness (not a word, don’t care) that is my day to day life.

The end.

Oh, you want more? Ok, ok. I finally found boot-cut jeans that I don’t despise. And that fit. Yay! They were $20, some random brand, and totally amazing. Mile-long legs, everyone – I don’t have them, but it looks like I do. I honestly didn’t think jeans could do that. What else? Oh yeah. The vest was $9 at Old Navy and it’s pretty much the best thing ever. Well, since those jeans, anyway. Why did I not wear vests before? They’re great for layering during our interminable winter.

You know what else I can’t quit? Plaid. I love me some plaid. I eyed this J. Crew Factory mini for months, and gave up on it more than once, before it finally hit the clearance rack. For $20, it was worth the wait. I’m actually wearing head to toe J. Crew, which we all knew would happen one day.

Rhetorical question: if my dad is now 60, and I’m well into my 30s, does that I mean I’m officially an adult now? Anyone know if there is a loophole?